Sunday, March 18, 2012

It's John and Sarah's anniversary, and although she's working, she promised him a gift he would never forget. Imagine his surprise when he finds a woman in their bed, wearing nothing but a bow, with a note from Sarah telling him to use her for his every, depraved fantasy!

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

I don't have a title yet, but I do have a soaked pair of panties, and hopefully you will too. :)

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Humming, John sprung up the
stairs towards the bedroom. When he got to the top of the stairs, he saw that
the bedroom door ajar, and the light was on. Walking down the hall, he noticed
a piece of paper taped to the door. He unfolded it, revealing Sarah’s elegant
handwriting. It read: Happy Anniversary.
Your present is on the bed.

John opened the door to get
better light as he read. When he finished, he smiled, looked up, and dropped
the paper.

Kneeling on all fours on
their bed was a stunning blonde woman, wearing nothing but a red ribbon. Her
large breasts were held up by the strip of lace, a large bow covering her
cleavage. She faced the door, her shapely ass sticking in the air, as she gazed
at John with her pale blue eyes. Her ruby red lipstick popped against her fair
complexion, and she was holding an envelope in between her lips.

John was stunned for a few
moments, but the woman just batted her long eyelashes at him, giving him a
coquettish look. Hesitantly, he stepped forward, and gently took hold of the
envelope. She held onto it ever so lightly with her lips, and when it came
away, it had a pair vibrant red lip prints along the edge. He opened the
envelope, and pulled out another letter written in Sarah’s hand. He read it
slowly.

I’m so sorry I couldn’t be with you tonight, baby, so
I got you this instead. I know she’s exactly your type. She’ll do anything you
ask, no limits. Use her all night long, and do to her every dirty thing you’ve
ever wanted to do to a woman. I love you with all my heart, and hope she makes you
as happy as you make me.

John looked up from the
letter, and met the woman’s eyes. She blinked, not saying anything, but
followed him with her eyes as he walked around the side of the bed to get a
better look at her. Her body was perfect - taut, well-toned, and beautifully
pale. John moved further down the bed, to where she could see him any longer
without turning around, and got a good long look at her amazing ass. The ribbon
trailed down from her tits and up in between her legs, tying into another bow
on her back. It just barely covered her pussy, but John could see that where
the ribbon touched her sex, it was dark with wetness.

Saturday, March 10, 2012

Here's a sneak peek at an upcoming release, Paying The Rent. Jenny and Claire are strapped for cash, and the bills are piling up. What can they do with a video camera to make the money in time?

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David
chuckled, and rubbed his hands together as he looked at the two of us. “Okay, I
can do three hundred each. But,” he cut us off before we could cheer, “that
would be for one video, both of you, doing each other.”

I
felt Claire tense up behind me, and she wasn’t the only one. Have sex, with my
best friend? My heart pounded in my chest, and my pussy flooded at the thought.

“I
don’t know,” Claire said. It wasn’t like her to back down from a dare, so I
took the plunge.

“We’ll
do it!” I blurted out, before I could stop myself. I looked up at Claire standing
behind me, her eyes wide. “Are you sure?” she asked. I put my hands on hers,
still squeezing my tits, and nodded.

“Alright!”
I heard David holler, and begin to unpack his camera gear. Neither Claire nor I
looked away, however. I raised my hand up, and touched her cheek, caressing her
soft skin. She smiled at me, a wicked grin - looks like that’s the end of her
hesitation, I thought. She took my hand and dragged me to my feet, then pulled
me over to the bed. I towered over her, so she had to reach up with her other
hand and pull my head down in order to kiss me. My eyes closed as our lips
touched, and I savored the warm, sweet taste of her cherry lip gloss. Her lips
parted, and my tongue reached out, gently licking her bottom lip before meeting
her tongue.

“Hey,
hold up!” David sputtered. “I need to get this on tape! This is great!”

Claire
laughed. “I’ll say,” she hummed seductively. We kept kissing as David set up
his gear - a video camera on a tripod, and another in his hands, along with his
still camera around his neck. He pulled the blinds open, letting in the bright
afternoon sunlight in. I had a gut reaction to tell him to close it, in case
there was a peeping tom out there, but I quickly realized how absurd that was.
This setup seemed to last an agonizing eternity - kissing Claire felt
incredible, but I wanted so much more.

When
we heard the click of David’s camera, we took that as the signal to proceed.
Claire stepped back, and pulled her top off, revealing the lacy bra holding up
her pert breasts. I leaned down and kissed her on the neck, starting on the
side, and moving around to the front and down, trailing kisses down her
cleavage. At the same time, I reached around and unhooked her bra, pulling it
off as my face reached her luscious tits. She rolled her head back, stretching
her graceful neck and pushing her breasts towards my face. I cupped them both,
amazed at how hot her skin was, then lightly sucked on one nipple, then the
other, feeling them harden between my lips.

“Oh,
Jenny,” Claire moaned, and reached her hands down to the sides of my stomach.
She then moved them towards my crotch, and the heat in my pussy flared up as
she brushed between my legs. Finding my zipper, she pulled it down and undid
the button, then slid her hands in and around to grab my ass. My heart beat
even faster at her touch. She pulled her hands down, and helped me step out of
my jeans. I heard David move in closer beneath me, pointing a camera up between
my legs. I opened my legs for him in a wider stance, and wondered if the
growing wet spot on my white cotton panties would show up on film.

Friday, March 9, 2012

I’ve
always had a pretty high sex drive, but the fact that I hadn’t had a boyfriend
in months prior to the start of the hike, combined with all the physical
activity I was getting in all day long, sent my libido through the roof. I
masturbated several times a day on the trail, whenever I stopped to sleep or
rest, teasing out orgasm after orgasm with my fingers. I would have loved to
have packed one of my dildos, to have had a nice, thick rod to stretch myself
out with every night, but I knew I had to pack as light as possible, so all my
toys were in a box in a storage unit back home.

I had just started to
consider making a trip into the next town I came to in order to find a sex shop
when I saw him. He was half a mile or so ahead of me on the trail, and I would
have missed him if there hadn’t been a long section of straight trail, without
any bends for him to disappear around. He was hiking north as well, but was
walking at a far greater pace than myself. I decided to increase my pace to try
and catch up with him, or at least keep up with him.

As I got closer, I got a
better look at him, and I definitely liked what I saw. He was tall – he had
more than half a foot on me – and his rock hard calves and bare arms were
deeply tanned. He wore an expensive and very well packed backpack, and it was
obvious that he was an experienced hiker.
He also wore the pack high enough for me to get tantalizing glimpses at
his perfectly sculpted ass as he walked.

Hiking all day while you’re
so wet that your panties are completely soaked through, by the way, is not very
comfortable.

I desperately wanted to pull
him off the trail and fuck his brains out, but how was I going to make that
happen? How would he react to some random stranger running up behind him in the
middle of nowhere and grabbing his ass? Besides, it was all I could do to even
keep him in sight with his much longer stride – catching up to him was out of
the question, unless I shouted to him, something like, “Hey, wait up, I need
you to fuck me!”

Soon after lunch, I couldn’t
keep up any longer, and I sat down to rest and eat. I ate my energy bars and
trail mix as fast as I could, but when I was done, he was gone. I cursed
myself, and hurried up the trail, but soon slowed down and admitted the fact
that he was just a fantasy, and I was probably better off that way. I resumed
my normal pace, and knew that wherever I stopped for the night, I would be
fingering myself thinking about him all night long.

When the sun began to set, I
started looking for a place to sleep. I hadn’t reached the next shelter on the
trail yet, but I had packed a sleeping bag and a soft mat to lay it on, and
there were plenty of campsites to choose from.
I continued on the trail for a while longer, enjoying the sunset
filtered through the trees. The path faded to orange in the waning light, then
red, then finally the faint purple of dusk. I saw a marker for a nearby
campsite off the trail, and I turned off towards it.

When I reached the campsite,
I was shocked to find him there. I thought that he would have reached the next
shelter with the pace he was hiking at. He had already laid out his sleeping
bag, and started a small fire in the fire pit. He looked up at me as he stirred
something in a pot over the fire, and then stood up.

“Hello,” he said. He was
gorgeous – he had a chin that could break stone, and he hadn’t shaved in so
long that his 5 o’clock shadow was quickly becoming a real, if short, beard.
His shoulders were broad, and sweat beaded on his neck in the hot air and
rolled down his unbuttoned collar over his smooth chest.

When I didn’t say anything
back to him, he smiled and laughed softly, obviously a little confused. I had
nothing to say, however. I shrugged my pack off of my shoulders, strode across
the campsite, and kissed him. Any worries I had about how forward I was being
vanished when he grabbed my ass and pulled me against his body.

After a day of hiking, his
musk was strong and intoxicating. I tasted the salty sweat on his lips as I
opened my mouth and let him in. Our tongues danced and our hands wandered about
as we explored each other. I felt his erection press against my stomach as he
squeezed my ass.

The kiss was amazing, but I
desperately needed so much more. Breaking the kiss, I fell to my knees in front
of him and attacked his shorts, clawing at the zipper. Soon they were undone
and I pulled them off, along with his boxers. His cock sprang up before me, tip
bobbing in the air in front of my face. He wasn’t even fully erect yet, but
already he was one of the biggest men I had ever seen.

I opened my mouth and took in
his cock, savoring the rich, musky smell of his manhood. My tongue travelled up
and down the underside of his shaft, caressing the silky skin. I tasted more of
his sweat, and soon a few drops of pre-cum touched my tongue. He moaned and
stroked my hair as I sucked on his cock.

Relaxing my throat, I pushed
my mouth farther over his cock, and soon he was inside me entirely. I buried my
nose in his bush of pubic hair, the tip of my tongue flicking over his balls. I
held him for as long as I could before pulling back and gasping for air. My
saliva coated his cock, and a strand of it connected him to my lips.

He reached down and pulled me
up by my arms, then lifted my top and bra over my head in a single movement. He
leaned down kissed my breasts, licking them and taking first one nipple, then
the other, into his mouth. My head rolled back from the sensation, and I
pressed my breasts into his face. His rough beard felt electric as he nuzzled
my tits.

He moved down past my breasts,
and reached the top of my shorts. Just as I had done a moment earlier, he tore
at my shorts, and helped me set out from them, leaving me completely naked in
the firelight. He stood up and guided me over to his sleeping bag, where he lay
me down. Spreading my legs, he then kissed down one of my thighs towards my
pussy.